Another Saturday evening, another grandiose social event planned for some-such-fundraiser. The Greengrass family had of course been on the list of attendees meaning Eleanor's mother had stopped in at her flat in Kensington to be sure she was fully prepared for the night ahead. Talking her ear off the entire time, Emilia Greengrass had trotted her daughter into every store she could. Eleanor had been poked and prodded, turned this way and that while suffering through chatter about who else had been invited and the latest gossip. Ever since she had moved out of her parent's home, her mother had seemed rather clingy when they had the opportunity to visit one another. Trying to be attentive as she could and giving a gasp or nod at the appropriate times, Eleanor played along to appease her mother.
Eventually the pair settled on a gown
they both could agree upon from cut to color. The shoes had taken another hour but she surmised it was just a way for her mother to try and milk their little impromptu shopping trip. The only hiccup to their afternoon had been Eleanor fumbling with a few bags trying to peek inside to be sure that the shop girl hadn't jammed her hairpiece into its box after her curt response to Mrs. Greengrass bugging the girl for the fifth time about the temperature in the store. In her haste to check on her accessory neatly set into a velvet covered box, the bag slipped in her hand and she took a step forward into the back of someone. A dark hair man that seemed less than pleased, Eleanor apologizing but her mother stating it wasn't her fault he had been in the way. Pleasantries exchanged, the women made their way to the Greengrass estate to prepare for the event.
It had been a few years since her last trip to the Lestrange estate. Her family often rotated each year where they went for various functions and the more political the family became, vocal on their stance with blood purity, the less Eleanor's father was inclined to attend anything they hosted. Except he had already lined up a few deals that needed smoothing over hoping the evening would be a good place to do so. That meant the entire family was going to be there for support. Unfortunately this had meant that she was going to be expected to help her father and at one point in the evening it had been brought to the attention of a few others guests that Eleanor had recently been composing a new song. She was used to being guilted into performing at one event or another and by now had learned to have a few tunes on standby just in case. All the same, she felt a wave of butterflies having to sit at someone else's piano and play. She was often too picky about her setup and the way the tuning was, not everyone seemed to keep up with their instrument's maintenance.
Thankful to be finished, she played her part and gave a gracious bow, as well as some nods and thank yous trying to slip back into the crowd and away from the limelight. Gareth, her brother, had been waiting in the wings... of course he had. In an attempt to shake him, she turned and struck up a quick conversation with an older couple, blocking her brother's view before he could realize. A passing of how is your family, wonderful to see yous, Eleanor excused herself with a bright smile and melded with a group passing from the side room back into the main ballroom.
Checking over her shoulder, she found herself free from the brooding face of Gareth. Eleanor circled the edge of the room and paused at a table with two ornate fountains with some sort of sparkling liquid twinkling over the edges of each basin and siphoning back up to the top. A number of stemmed glasses were already poured and rather than take a chance of spilling anything on her gown by fighting with the fountain, she lifted a glass from the table and took a sip.
A giggle burst from her lips, a hand raising to her lips as she glanced from one side to the other hoping no one had heard. Oh great, gigglewater? Who thought that
would be a good idea...? Why were some families suddenly so enamored with American things? Well, it wouldn't be polite to set her glass back down and no one was walking around with trays to collect empty glasses.
Stepping just outside the open doors leading to the gardens, Eleanor took up a spot next to the carved granite fountain outside, a few enchanted light wells bobbing around the bottom just under the water. Swirling the bubbly mixture, Eleanor turned to face the guests floating along the edge of the arched doorway. A smile danced on her lips as she lifted her glass to take another tentative sip. A large part of her enjoyment from these social gatherings was seeing everyone dressed up and interacting with one another.
Prepared for another giggle, she pursed her lips and felt the bubbles rise into her nose, stinging at her eyes. Blinking and wriggling her nose to try and force away the sensation, she watched as a swarm of young ladies her age swept by. As they moved out of view, a familiar figure was just on the other side of them and appeared to be making his way over. Dark hair. Hazel eyes. Oh no! Eleanor's stomach flip flopped. The man from earlier! Should she turn around? Maybe he hadn't seen her yet. Panic fluttered in her belly as she tried to decide on how to react.